Dream and Obsession

Hello everyone, my name is Aizhan, and yes, I am a transsexual woman.

I am 25 years old, and just about five years ago, I was living an ordinary life (as a man).

It all started with me often watching porn, and I always wanted to be in the woman's place; the moans and caresses of a woman wildly aroused me.

Every night after such arousal

I would have dreams where I was having sex with a man and would wake up at night with wet panties (in semen).

I wanted sex so badly that I decided to find myself a man, not a boyfriend but specifically a man. First, I bought myself a wig, put on sexy lingerie (borrowed from my sister), and wore her robe, and standing

in front of the mirror, I took several photos, in which I particularly highlighted my appetizing ass

And I filled out a profile on a dating site

Where I wrote everything about myself as I am, and it was on that day that I gave myself the name Aizhan. My heart was pounding with fear; I was afraid to look at my profile. To my surprise, there were many people wanting to meet me. Among many, I chose one man named Sergey.

Sergey wrote me a very serious letter expressing a desire for a serious relationship, and I replied to his letter

And agreed to meet him and gave him my address. Before Sergey arrived, I hurriedly got ready. I took off the robe and put on a short black dress above the knee, wore black shoes, and went out of the entrance where Sergey was already waiting for me in a large SUV. I sat next to him, and we drove off. I was very scared—I was in a car with a man, completely in a feminine image, and I clearly understood that today I would be fucked.

Sergey turned out to be very sociable, and I began to relax more. We had already left the city; Sergey calmed me down and said we were going to a dacha.

Sergey's right hand was already stroking my knee; I held myself confidently, though I was already burning with desire to give myself to him.

Sergey stopped the car on the side of the road

And turning to me, pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I moaned from his kiss; with his hands, he already lifted my dress, exposing my thighs. Sergey had already completely climbed on top of me and spread my legs, not stopping kissing me everywhere. Everything aroused me—each of his kisses made my hole simply itch with desire. Sergey pulled off my panties and began poking his dick, trying to enter me. I screamed in pain

Sergey's dick, without lube, began to spread my hole, and when the head went in, I almost lost consciousness—the pain was hellish. I just screamed and tried to push him away, but the strength was unequal; Sergey was about twice as big and stronger than me. I writhed, and Sergey penetrated deeper into me with each thrust. I tried to relax. Sergey, with several powerful thrusts, came inside me and filled me with his seed.

I thought it was over, but the dick inside me remained just as hard. Sergey started fucking me again, even faster than before. The semen inside me became like lube, and Sergey's dick easily went in and out of me. The pain became pleasant, and instead of screaming, I began to moan. I moaned like a woman, and my moans grew louder with each of his thrusts. Something inexplicable was tearing out from deep within me.

For a few seconds, I shook from an orgasm. Sergey gave me a minute and entered me again (usually when I come, the desire to be a woman disappears, but not today).

I took Sergey's dick with immense pleasure, and I simply moaned.

I felt good because Sergey's dick completely filled me, and I probably would have come again, but Sergey growled on top of me and jerked from his orgasm, once again filling my hole with his sperm.

Sergey returned to his seat, started the car, and set off on the road. I continued to lie with my legs slightly spread, looking at my man.

Sperm was dripping from my ass, and Sergey was sniffing my panties with one hand.

After half an hour of driving, we entered a guarded territory and turned into the yard of a large house where, to my surprise, a large company was relaxing.

Men were grilling shashlik and drinking alcohol. I suddenly came to my senses and looked at Sergey in fear.

And a man in front of me started fucking my mouth. I cried from pain; my mouth was stretched, and it hurt, and my hole had already stopped closing.

The man lifted me, lay down himself, and sat me on top of him. I barely sat on his dick and began to ride him, enjoying it. The dick was so thick that it stretched my hole even more.

The guy who was pounding me from behind and hadn't come stood over me and gave me his dick to suck. I caught such a rhythm that I was riding and sucking and received a load of sperm right in my mouth, swallowed all the sperm, and came myself. The man under me also came.

For two days, six men had me

And made a woman out of me. For two days, my hole didn't close, and I pleased the men, giving myself to each with great desire.